When I Cry

When I Cry

“and when I cry, I cry not because of the pain

I cry because of the many times I wish you were

beside me.”

It has nothing to do with you, with what you did or did not do. It’s a cry of relief, a cry of sigh, and a cry of “coming home.”

It’s a cry for all the times I believed I was right (but was wrong). A cry for the many times I messed up (and you were never there to say “it’s ok”). A cry for the moments I was brave (but I was really scared). A cry for many occasions I was numbed (but feeling the pain). A cry for the times I needed help (and you were not around).

It’s a cry for all of my successful events and milestones (but you were not there). A cry for all the wonderful opportunities (you missed).  A cry for the many times I sure did good (but you failed to witness).

I cry my love because it feels so good to be home, in your loving arms once again.

A cry of coming home.

• Thank you for the entire good cry, my love…

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Today’s poem is from my latest poetry book “I Would Fly To Where You Are”, available via Kobo.Com and Amazon (paperback and ebook/kindle file)